The reason our handsome guest finds a coin under his pillow every morning is that he has swallowed a bird’s heart.
My mother, who is a witch, wants me to get it from him. She says we have more right to it than he does.
I hate the jobs she makes me do! How am I going to get him to cough it up? I don’t want to!
But as usual, she threatens me. “If you don’t obey me, you will regret it.”
I am forced to be obedient. And after this task, there will be another one. There is no end to her greed, and no end to her tyranny.